Happy Middle of the week to you guys. I have my bestie Raven McAllan on my blog today as it's release day for her romantic comedy Darling Doc. You're gonna love this one. I giggled my way through it. Here's the lovely Raven to tell you about it.
When, after an encounter with a hot as hades long-haired sex on legs bloke...in a kilt (Be still my heart) and his water bottle... (no euphemism though at first I thought it was, wink) I was chatting to Doris about it and she spluttered coffee. (luckily she missed her lap top) I wrote a few paragraphs about it, and posted it in our Face Book group. (The RavDor Chicks)
The response was that I had to put it in a book.
And just like that, Darling Doc evolved.
It wasn’t easy, mind you. For a start, my contrary muse decided it had to be written all from Sandy my heroine’s point of view. I have never written in 1st POV.
Well I hadn’t. I have now.
And boy was it fun. Weirdly I wrote most of it in Hong Kong. So there I was in a hot place, writing a hot story, set in a cold Scotland. Crazy. But it flowed. I knew the story, giggled over it, sighed over it, and then bit my nails when I subbed it.
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a quick reply.
I got my yes the following day... Over the moon is an understatement.
And the blurb... Oh my the fabulous blurb. Mega thanks to blurb tweak queen extraordinaire, Doris for it...
This stuff only happens in romance novels….
After a chance meeting on a crowded tram, Sandy has cause to re-evaluate several things.
1, It is perfectly possible to lust after a stranger.
2, It isn’t only fictional heroines who need to carry spare panties.
3, A man’s voice really can almost make you climax in public.
4, Great sex does exist.
5, Being a doctor can complicate things.
When her chance encounter turns up in her surgery, there is only one thing for it. Grab said hunk and the sex on offer with both hands and don’t let go. Alistair isn’t a patient after all… and what two consenting adults get up to in their spare time can’t be love, or can it?
You see what I mean?
So now I just hope the book lives up to the blurb...
Here’s a wee tease for you to decide...
“One more emergency, and oh my God, you will never guess who it is.”
That’s Sandie all over. I once said well, no not until I can see through walls, but she didn’t get it. And if you have to explain it sort of takes away any pleasure. So I just looked at her.
“Don’t you want to know?” she said all over excited. “I mean well…”
“Just tell me, eh? Than I can see whoever it is, hopefully deal with them, and then head to Mallens and deal with athlete’s foot—not that there are any athletes—cramp, gout, and whatever. So go on spill the beans.”
“Alistair McCrea.”
She looked at me as if she had handed me the Holy Grail, or at least a million dollars. Sadly the name meant bugger all to me.
“Ah…”
“For goodness’ sake,” she burst out. “I do worry about you. He’s the star of that new TV series, Satan Station.”
Oops. That meant nothing to me.
Sandie realized it. “Lord, woman, I despair. Devils, angels good and bad … murder, mystery, sex … no?”
I shook my head.
“You don’t know what you’re missing. He’s hot stuff. And he’s here. To see you. Well,” she amended. “To see a doctor. That’s you,” she added helpfully. “Shall I show him in?”
Of all the asinine questions. “Well, as he wants a doctor, not a heap of drool, aka my practice manager, it might be a good idea.”
Seriously, this is what I put up with.
Sandie just looked at me, blinked twice, and then laughed. “Oh I get you. Well, he is drool-worthy. And oh his voice, think rich, dark chocolate, and sex. Lots of sex. You get to talk to him, look at him and…” She sighed a noise worthy of any prima donna and flapped her hands about for all as if she was shooing something, or somebody, away. “You might get to see his body.” Then for goodness’ sake she put one hand approximately where her heart was. “Talk about a raised heartbeat. Mine, not his.”
“Examine him if need be, not shag him, Sandie,” I snapped. “Hippocratic oath and all that.”
“Yeah, okay.” She sounded and looked a bit crestfallen, and that made me uneasy, and a bit of a bitch. There wasn’t a malicious bone in her body, and I guess if someone you thought was sex on legs appeared in front of you without warning, you might be justified in thinking carnal thoughts. Especially with a ratfink cheating other half, who I’d just hit with the fear of God regarding to STDs. It would do the bugger good to sweat.
That however wasn’t Sandie’s fault, only her bad judgment in blokes was.
“Sorry.” I meant the apology. “Just show him in.”
She nodded and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door, and boy, was she right. He was drool-worthy. Very dissolve in a puddle drool-worthy.
And I’d seen him before.
With his water bottle wedged up my ass.
Give him his due, he looked as surprised as I was. Or did he? After all, hadn’t Sandie said he was an actor?
“You’re the doctor?”
I saw what my practice manager meant.
I nodded. How the hell could I treat him? Keep it professional. “Doctor Ebel. Pleased to meet you.”
He laughed. “I thought your receptionist said Doctor Able, and I was, ah how apt. But now? Look, no offence, but are you the only GP here?”
I nodded and, sod it, tensed up, pussy muscles and all. Was he another male chauvinist pig who didn’t want a woman checking out his bits except in a sexual capacity? It would be a pity, because somehow after his actions on the tram, he was the last person I would have said to be like that.
“Sure am, why?” Like I mentioned, the other doctor who manned—or wo-manned—the practice was on holiday, but that was nothing to do with what’s-his-face. “Don’t you think a woman can be a doctor?”
“What?” He appeared aghast. “Shit, I didn’t mean that. No, it’s just that I thought doctors can’t be over friendly with their patients.”
“That’s true.” I was somewhat puzzled over where this conversation might be going. And aware of the fact I needed to be going. Out on my home visits. “But we hardly know each other.”
“Apart from my water bottle getting all up close and whatever with you, I guess at the moment you’re right.”
“At the moment?” God, he wasn’t going to whip his water bottle out again and wave it at me, was he?
“Yeah, because now I’ve met you, I’d sure like to get to know you better.” He grinned, and I saw once more why allegedly so many women swooned, drooled, and, according to Sandie, sent him their knickers. “So would my…” He winked. “Water bottle.”
Damn the man, now I’d never be able to go into the local shop for a bottle of spring water without thinking of cocks. And God help me if it was a sports bottle with a squirty top.
Shit, now I was getting all hot and bothered, because next to those bottles were what we around here called the “squirty cream ones”.
If you think you want to read more, then it’s available from Evernight, Amazon, Bookstrand, Smashwords and Kobo (eventually)
Happy reading,
Love Raven x
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Til next time, and do stay naughty, folks.
D xxxx
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